Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry

Go to sleepy little baby.

When you wake, you will find

All the pretty little horses.

Dapples and grays, pintos and bays

All the pretty little horses.

Way down yonder, in the meadow,

Poor little baby, crying “mama”.

Birds and the butterflys flutter ‘round her eyes.

Poor little baby crying “mama”.

Hush-a-bye....